If there's a pattern, let me know.
Post the first lines from your last 20 stories. Do you see a pattern? [stolen from kijikun
I have Ian McIntosh's "Awakened" looping in my head (and Free and Styx), unfinished sketches ready to be finished (including a balloon fox and a cotton candy sheep, Dean tackle!hug!kissing #airplanecas, and progress on what I only call "sunny rain" for which
regicidaldwarf wrote awesome fic because of my incessant bitching - also, this particular unfinished sketch is making me acutely aware of the concept of the body in space), a few scenes for the Racebending Revenge Ficathon which include Sam offering to teach Dean how to use chopsticks and Dean telling Castiel a Korean folk tale, and the DCBB fic that needs upgrading big time.
Having issues with people who have no idea what else "SS" means and people who don't understand why people compare Avatar to Pocahontas. Being miffed with Olivia Munn and disgruntled at the ghost of RBR raising its rainbowy scumbag of a head.
Am highly amused that someone believes I'm male. I want to ask why this person assumes that; what is it that I say that makes you believe that I am male?
Why am I still up?
- He finds Dean sitting on the edge of one of the beds in the guest room staring blankly at the floor.
- This isn’t the most comfortable position, half sitting against the car door, half stretched out over the backseat.
- Castiel refuses to look at him.
- Boredom is unacceptable, so the Trickster/shows up at the doorstep to bother the demon/while he’s in the midst of savoring old Scotch,/waving around a rainbow-hued lollipop.
- "Who else did you lose since the night I gave you the Colt?"
- "Uh, Cas? What are you riding?”
- "Fuck."
- When Castiel is suddenly grounded he thinks he’s just tired and tells them he just needs a moment.
- There’s a laptop in the backroom where Chuck sleeps.
- As far as conversations go, this one takes the cake.
- Bobby comes up behind him while he leans on the doorway and watches Sam and Castiel-Cas, as he insisted a few weeks after the Apocalypse, compare notes in Bobby’s study.
- “How do you feel?”
- Thanksgiving with the Moores is agonizing.
- Kirk can't help grinning.
- He comes to Dean in the night.
- “You can try calling him,” Ruby says, looking at the untouched pie slice distastefully.
- The thing about brothels is that they get his heart pumping, his blood buzzing with adrenaline, making him impulsive and reckless without shame, which is why the first thing he does once they enter the stairwell is press Castiel into the wall and kiss him.
- “What the fuck? Sam!”
- The first time Dean kisses Castiel is behind Bobby’s house.
- Sam is the color of cooked oatmeal, and that just kills any appetite Dean managed to work up thirty minutes earlier.
I have Ian McIntosh's "Awakened" looping in my head (and Free and Styx), unfinished sketches ready to be finished (including a balloon fox and a cotton candy sheep, Dean tackle!hug!kissing #airplanecas, and progress on what I only call "sunny rain" for which
regicidaldwarf wrote awesome fic because of my incessant bitching - also, this particular unfinished sketch is making me acutely aware of the concept of the body in space), a few scenes for the Racebending Revenge Ficathon which include Sam offering to teach Dean how to use chopsticks and Dean telling Castiel a Korean folk tale, and the DCBB fic that needs upgrading big time.
Having issues with people who have no idea what else "SS" means and people who don't understand why people compare Avatar to Pocahontas. Being miffed with Olivia Munn and disgruntled at the ghost of RBR raising its rainbowy scumbag of a head.
Am highly amused that someone believes I'm male. I want to ask why this person assumes that; what is it that I say that makes you believe that I am male?
Why am I still up?